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Me when buying new underwear.

Going from Delhi to Berlin is like jumping from a power cut to an industrial freezer.

Indian uncles after a certain age lose all will to life. Looking at the city from above on a first plane ride? Don't care. 100 rupee note on the floor? Too lazy to bend. Hoping to get to this level of uncleness at some point in the future.

All the foreign yoga tourists in India get their soul filled with spirituality only for it to be stripped by Indian airport security.

I was forced to watch this as kid and I knew something was special about this film then. Definitely added to my film going curiosity.

What’s a movie you think nobody but you and a handful of people have heard of, that you think is a fantastic film? Well, I have a quirky taste in films - enjoy dark comedies and Pushpak is one such black comedy - an eighties movie with no dialogue.

What’s a movie you think nobody but you and a handful of people have heard of, that you think is a fantastic film?

India is not a country for women.

At least German trains don't have cockroaches.

Saw my first cockroach in years on a train. My friend, sleep in my ear.

These gated communities are just like Soviet era Plattenbau's, just replace government control with private control

First Indian train in years and I'm going to shut complaining about German trains.

Being inside an Indian gated community you see why it'll never attain anything like the German egalitarian equality any time soon. Everything we take for granted as being public in Germany is privatized here, far removed from the real world, corporate Favelas.

Indian identity, European intestines.

Euphemisms used for an explosive diarrhea: Asian paints, masala dosa, omelettes, spray paint, napalm, limited upload unlimited download, bum grenade (friend of bum gun)..

A trip to India is never complete without virulent diarrhea.

"I need to do a strategic export of my excess to achieve internal equilibrium" "What do you mean?" "I need to take a shit" "Toilet's that way"

Welcome to Brain City Berlin where you will be living in a drain.

It's so relieving to back in Visakhapatnam for the first time in years. People play familiar music in public spaces, I follow conversations without having to evert considerable energy and the city is so laid back that often there's nothing to do than to lay back and chill.

War exercises in full swing in Vizag right now

Wanted to buy my first suit and ended up buying a black one which apparently is only for funerals in Germany. FFF.

Years in Germany have prepared me for meeting family I haven't seen in years and with whom I don't have anything in common anymore. So the topics of conversation always shifts towards poop.

Four days of Indian food and my butthole is dousing flaming napalm.

Mosquito killing is a dance form with four simple steps - slap, slap clap, clap.

Killed my first mosquito in two years, feeling proudy.

Bookstore in my city has entire rows of genocidal, fascists, Hindutva literature and it's impossible to find a single book critical about the current state of affairs. One book's called, "Termites: How the left is destroying the world through subversion". And these are the cheapest book on offer.

The idea is that you get frustrated by the food and that automatically makes you healthy enough to leave the hospital. Curing through manipulation.

If you see this, post your getaway vehicle.

I'm 1800 km away from Visakhapatnam but I can feel the beach stink ooze from my sole.

The propaganda playing on all the TV's nonstop at the Delhi airport gives me North Korea feels, but nobody seems to be paying attention but if you look from the corner of the eye it creeps. There's generals, war planes, CGI explosions behind an aggressive news anchor and some manufactured enemies.

I don't have European papers but have European intestines now. Two hours in Delhi and I got the Delhi Belly.

America should replace all guns with bum guns, it'll be good for the country.

First experience of a reverse culture shock is rediscovering the bliss of a bum gun.

All TVs in Delhi airport are tuned into TV9, which is milking hard on the recent terror attack with half screen with an angry Modi face and another half screen with angry looking Muslims, with huge catchy headlines.